And sometimes, just to liven things up, we make our demands from the other side of the kitchen (to keep mum and dad on their toes).

C’mon dad, put the camera down and give us some treats.

Time to give the bunnies treats, dad.

…You’re… not going to give us treats, are you?

I don’t even know what to say to this. Betsy’s so mad about the lack of treats that she’s thinking about leaving right through the front door. Look what you’ve done to her, dad! All because you didn’t give us treats!

This is a disgrace. I’m out of here….

…No, wait, maybe we’ll have better luck from the other side of the kitchen. Hi dad! Did you miss us? I know it’s only been like 10 seconds, but… GIVE US TREATS!

You tell him, Betsy. Give him… THE STARE.

…The stare isn’t working, is it?

Even Betsy is shocked by this outrageous lack of treats dispensed on our command.

That’s it, dad, you’re in my bad book now. I’m going to ignore you and your stupid camera and just groom myself to take my mind off of how horrible it is that you didn’t give us treats when we demanded it (for the 10th time this morning). Just who do you think you are, anyway?